There are many men in London, you know, who, some from shyness, some from misanthropy, have no wish for the company of their fellows. Yet they are not averse to comfortable chairs and the latest periodicals. It is for the convenience of these that the Diogenes Club was started, and it now contains the most unsociable and unclubable men in town. No member is permitted to take the least notice of any other one. Save in the Stranger’s Room, no talking is, under any circumstances, allowed, and three offences, if brought to the notice of the committee, render the talker liable to expulsion. My brother was one of the founders, and I have myself found it a very soothing atmosphere.

The Greek Interpreter

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2 Responses to “At the Diogenes Club”

  1. Circe says:

    Think they can be persuaded to open a local chapter here in North Texas? Just for me?

  2. aag says:

    I don’t see why not. There’s a local chapter here. It met in my bed last night from 8:30 til midnight. :)

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